Hello darlings! Your favourite pink tutu-clad queen is back, this time with a fabulous tale from the stunning Welsh town of Merthyr Tudful!
I must confess, getting to Merthyr was half the fun. Forget the motorways, darlings! I opted for a grand train journey. You see, there's something utterly glamorous about settling into a first-class carriage, with a glass of bubbly in hand and the world whizzing by. The countryside flew past, a patchwork of greens and browns, reminding me of the rolling hills of Derbyshire, where my fabulous drag journey first began.
Speaking of Derbyshire... remember when I told you about the fateful day I first donned a tutu? It was a charity event for the university ballet club, and they needed a willing participant for a quick photo-op. As I stepped into that fluffy, pink confection, I knew it was the beginning of something spectacular. That very first tutu set me on a path to spreading the pink tutu gospel far and wide.
My trusty pink suitcase was, of course, overflowing with sparkly pink outfits for my Merthyr performance. The journey took a bit longer than planned, but a queen never loses her sense of adventure. Upon arrival, I was greeted by the vibrant spirit of the Welsh people and their passion for entertainment.
The performance was in a cozy little theater. It felt intimate, the energy pulsated with the laughter and cheers of the audience, all aglow in the warm, flickering stage lights. It's those moments that make it all worthwhile, you know? Sharing a giggle with someone who just wants to be entertained and seeing them enjoy a bit of sparkle and magic. It truly warms my tutu-wearing heart.
Of course, no adventure is complete without a bit of shopping! The town boasted the most adorable little boutique filled with treasures. It was a feast for the eyes, and the charming shopkeeper, a delightful gentleman called Dafydd, offered to help me choose the perfect piece. Naturally, it was a pink floral hat with a little pink bird perched on top – perfect for my upcoming ballet performance at the Royal Opera House! I can't wait!
The next day, I had a little extra time, so I went exploring! It turned out Merthyr had some incredible history tucked away in its little corners. The Merthyr Vale Museum transported me back in time to a fascinating glimpse of the town’s industrial past, while a visit to Cyfarthfa Castle offered a magnificent panoramic view. It was the perfect way to stretch my legs and find inspiration for future outfit creations.
As the evening descended upon Merthyr, I treated myself to a delectable meal of traditional Welsh food - my heart rejoiced over a plate of cawl and bara brith, and of course, some delicious Welsh cakes, because a queen needs her sugary delights!
While leaving Merthyr, a little bit of sadness welled up within me. It was like bidding farewell to an old friend. But as I gazed out the window of the train, my heart swelled with gratitude for the wonderful time I had spent in this little corner of Wales.
So, until my next journey, keep twirling those pink tutus and remember, darlings, pink is the only colour worth wearing. And never, ever, forget to sprinkle a little bit of sparkle wherever you go.
Your loving Pink Tutu Sparkles
xo
